Let me be

Let me be the scent of lime flowers in your pretty bowl

Let me be a silver thread spun round your perfect hall

Let me be your rhododendrons, pink in dappled sun

Let me be the drone of bees who carry pollen home

Let me be the gentle chime of bells upon your hill

Let me be, just for a while, be here, be now, be still.

Ode to Peace

In a city park 
beneath the weeds
where bearded men
feed birds with seeds
and pale faced mums
talk to their mates
on mobile phones
while children wait
there is a rustling
and a quaking
like a creature
re-awakening
dark shadows shift
and people run
not understanding
what is come
but sit a bit
upon this seat
and let peace curl
around your feet
if people stare
just wave and smile
it will not hurt
to rest a while
and when you’re set
to move away
know peace is with you
through your day.